May Drabble Challenge
May Drabble Challenge
If you missed the hilarity from last month, go check out that post now. Then come back here and participate in this month's prompt:
A Most Perfect Place
Write a drabble where the setting is vital to the story. It could be a church, a garage, a cemetery, a cliff, a meadow, a bus stop, the moon, or any place you'd like. Just ( Read more... )
As I sit and ponder my feelings for Bella my eyes wander, taking in my surroundings. There’s an old family picture hanging on the wall. My sisters used to complain about it, saying it didn’t belong in here, but I never cared.
I wonder where Bella is and what she’s doing. I wonder if we’ll see each other as much once the bikes are finished. I really hope so. Life will be too depressing if I have to go back to Quil and Embry.
I look at the family picture again and take in the expression on my mother’s face. The way she’s looking at my dad is so moving. It’s like she can’t see anyone else around her - not even her kids. I hope someday that Bella will be able to look at me like that - with longing and a bit of sweetness reserved for lovers.
My stomach aches and my whole body feels like it’s shutting down. I try to believe that it’s with the pangs of my love for her, but I guess I’ll never really know.
I finish up and stand, tying my shorts string out of habit, not because I really need to. All of my clothes are insanely tight now that I’ve had that massive growth spurt. Old Quil says I’m turning into a giant. He’s such a crazy old man, always spouting nonsense. No wonder Quil’s so stupid.
I make my way out into the living room, flipping on the television.
I reach MTV and some rap video is on. “Jake!” I flip the station. He hates rap, but it’s got pretty girls in it. “For the love of God, flush!”
“Sorry.”
“I was getting a comb and about died from the stench! Next time it’s that bad, take your dump in the woods!”
“I guy’s gotta poop, when a guy’s gotta poop.”
“It’s like someone died in there.” He rolls out into the living room and gives me a grumpy look.
“What was I supposed to do? It’s the only bathroom in the house.”
“Your mother’s in there. She’d be ashamed of you.”
“You put her in there. Maybe Rach and Rebecca are right and she doesn’t belong in the bathroom. I always feel like I have to cover my junk when I’m in there.”
Dad rolls into the kitchen. I can hear him grumbling about putting mom’s picture wherever he damn well pleases. I ignore him and keep channel surfing, returning to MTV. “Jake!” he barks out again.
“Okay,” I mumble and turn off the TV.
“That’s my remote.”
“I turned it off.”
“Did you wash your hands?”
Awkward silence.
“Get in there and wash your hands. That’s disgusting.”
“I’m not going back in there. You said yourself it’s like someone died in there.”
“Jake -”
Knock, knock, knock.
I get up to answer the door. It’s Bella.
“Don’t touch the doorknob.” Too late. I open it and Bella shifts her eyes to the garage. I hold out my hand. She takes it. What? I can’t have her staying in the house with that stench in there.
I close the door behind me and hear my dad as we pass the kitchen window. “Why didn’t I have three girls?”
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At least Jake has a picture in his BR, I have to wade through an ocean of books!
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